End of the Line

Chapter 1 - 3

PROLOGUE –

My name is Harry James Potter. If you ask the vast majority of the Wizarding world, they'll tack

a few titles onto the end of the name. Like; 'The Boy-Who-Lived', 'The Chosen One', and my

least favourite, 'The World's Most Eligible Bachelor'. Allow me to tell you a little more about my

life.

I was born in 1980 to two loving parents, James and Lily Potter. From all accounts, they were a

lovely couple. Shortly after they died, I was sent to live with my maternal aunt and her husband.

They were not a lovely couple.

When I turned 11, I received a letter to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

the finest school of magical learning in the world. So, I went. While I was there, I met a couple

of people who became my best friends; Ronald Bilius Weasley, and Hermione Jane Granger.

Why am I telling you this? Well, it's sorta... important. You see, as we were growing up

together, we started to develop feelings for each other. We were a Trio of friends in the normal

sense, but, as hormones started to kick in, we were seeing the signs of a slightly different kind of

Trio.

Let me give you a bit of background on the Wizarding world. Polygamous relationships are

more common than in the Muggle world. At least, they used to be. These days, they're not that

common, but don't quite carry the stigma the Muggles would bestow. However, if a Trio were to

be announced, there would be a certain amount of scandal involved, especially considering it

would be the last scion of an Ancient and Noble house, a half-blood, a pureblood form a very old

family, and a Muggleborn witch.

So, that's the history of our situation.

Now, let me tell you a little about my friends.

Ronald Weasley. He's a good guy. He provides comic relief whenever we're off on our

'adventures'. Aside from one little blip during out fourth year, he's been by my side since I met

him. He's loyal, adventurous, and a perfect counterpoint to my other best friend. He's a tall guy,

and quite thin. Not skinny thin, but... lanky. Due to years of Quidditch, he's got quite a few

muscles to him. All in all, he's a pleasing package. Except for his jealousy, and he's gotten a lot

better over the last couple of years. Apart from that, he's my best mate.

Hermione Granger. Man, this woman makes my blood boil in my veins. She's beautiful,

brave, intelligent... the perfect woman. One thing I love about Hermione is that she can take

charge of a situation. Give her a few facts, and she's off. One thing that annoys the living crap

out of me is her constant need to be in charge of a situation. Apart from that, I love her to pieces.

However, things changed, came to a head. I was betrayed. This is our story.